Hello, readers. Here is a new story. Before you start reading, please allow me to fill you in.

So this story lies in the Heroes of Olympus series. It revolves around Percy losing his memory and trying to regain it during his quest with Frank and Hazel. The problem is, his memory is just out of reach. The one person he remembers is Annabeth – and even those memories aren't clear enough for Percy to pick up where he left off. Follows the plotline of the end of The Son of Neptune and the beginning of Mark of Athena.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson and Olympians series or the Heroes of Olympus. All credit including original plot line and characters mentioned in this story belong to Rick Riordan.


There Percy was – the top of a hill overlooking the flatlands of Berkeley and Oakland. To the west was San Francisco Bay and a large layer of fog that swallowed most of San Francisco. Under other circumstances, he would have stopped to enjoy the view. But with two monsters cutting close on his trail, he was forced to keep moving.

He was weighed down with a sudden surge of sadness. His feet grew heavy and his shoulders slumped as he tried to force himself to move. A dull memory, at least that's what Percy made it out to be, washed through his mind.

The area looked so familiar, yet Percy knew he'd never been to San Francisco. Right?

His memory was frustratingly dim. He'd recall one person over and over. Memories swiped through his mind faster than he could realize what they were, when they happened, or what to make out of them.

Percy could remember a blonde haired girl which he assumed was his age by her height, with grey eyes that could storm over instantly. Though, he couldn't make out anything else. It was like his mind was playing with him.

In the worst situations, sudden flashes would petrify him.

And then there was a wolf. Who had promised that Percy would regain his memory if he succeeded in his journey. But what journey, Percy wasn't sure.

The low hissing of Gorgons brought Percy from his thoughts.

He scrambled away from the sound, but it hadn't helped him any. He caught himself just before he could plummet eighty feet down onto the roof of an apartment complex. Below that, a highway. Great.

He couldn't remember much of what happened after that. Somehow, he'd gotten down the steep hill and was skidding toward the highway. It all happened too fast – he couldn't process it.

Now, he was struggling to his feet between clumps of bushes. One glance up the hill told him more than he wanted to know. The gorgons were still on his trail. He didn't know why they insisted on killing him – other than the mention of killing Medusa, which Percy was sure he hadn't done.

Then again, his memory wasn't one to rely on at this point.

Glancing east, he found two tunnel entrances that were across two lanes of highway traffic. Between them was a metal door, jutting out from the hillside.

Two kids wrapped in armor stood at the entrance. Part of him wanted to run past them, fling the door open, and launch himself into safety. And the other part wanted to stay clear of any kids in more arms than meat on their bones.

The gorgons were getting closer – a full three minutes away if he was lucky. Which he wasn't lately.

The events which followed all happened too quickly that Percy would have pinched himself if he had the chance.

Somehow, he ended up beyond the doors with an old hippie who called herself June hitched on his back. He learned that just beyond those doors lied a camp. And the kids in armor – they weren't his enemy, at least not yet.

For once in the best several days, he didn't want to remember what happened next. He was interrogated to the fullest extent, and even afterward, he had the feeling most of the campers didn't trust him.

He learned that he was a son of Neptune, which didn't surprise him for some reason; he'd been 'sleeping' for months on end, and that he was 'most likely' a Greek demigod. He met Octavian – someone he clearly had no positive feelings toward, became a probatio, and Percy had been sent on a quest to Alaska along with Frank and Hazel to unchain Thanatos.

It all happened so quickly, that it hadn't given Percy a lot of time to sort through the memories he did have – which all consisted of a certain blonde that Percy couldn't even place a name to.

He couldn't dwell on the fact that his memories had been taken – he could only hope that once this quest was over and done with, his memories would return and he'd move on from there.


Eight months of his life had been stolen.

Even upon freeing Thanatos and succeeding in his journey, Percy's memory didn't fully return.

There were little bits that returned, but it wasn't restored completely. He couldn't put a name on where he was from, what camp he'd originally been at, any memories of his friends – family – and even girlfriend, which Percy still couldn't put a name to, were hazy. Like they were trying to return, but something still blocked them.

In short, 'the wolf' had lied to him.


Now, after receiving a very brief message from the 'supreme commander of the Argo ll "Leo", the entire camp Jupiter was on edge with a warship soon to be landing.

Percy knew he had to reason with the Romans. Greek demigods were coming from Camp Half-Blood, which struck Percy with a sense of nostalgia, warmth, and raised a very short stream of memories from his – which knocked him useless for a good while, and someone had to stand with them at camp Jupiter. If not, they'd probably be 'blast out of the sky' without a second thought.

Someone had to stand up for them. And that someone was Percy. He was a Greek; he was from the other camp. He knew it.


Percy was reasoning with the Romans in the best way he could. He had no idea who was on the warship and what they would tell him when they reached New Rome. But one thing was for sure – he had to hear it. He couldn't let the Romans turn on them now.

He didn't exactly get their agreement before a Greek warship appeared out of the clouds. And it didn't exactly even out his nerves when a messenger spoke.

"Praetors! What are your orders?"

Octavian was the first to object. He shot to his feet and shouted "You need to ask?! The omens are horrible. This is a trick!" He was jabbing a finger in Percy's direction as he went on. "His friends are attacking in a warship. He has led them here. We must attack!"

Percy was beyond his limit with Octavian. He couldn't get one positive word in without Octavian rushing in with his own choice of 'positive' words which always disagreed with Percy's.

"No," Percy said in the firmest voice he could muster. "You have raised me as a praetor for a reason." That's right. The Romans had raised him as a praetor. What would happen when the Romans landed? Well, he didn't know.

"I will fight to defend this camp with my life. But these aren't enemies." He went on, throwing aside his thoughts of what the Greeks would have to say about his new leadership with the Romans. "I say we stand ready, but do not attack. Let them land. Let them speak. If it is a trick, then I will fight with you, as I did last night. But it is not a trick."

All eyes shifted to the praetor beside him; Reyna. Now was the moment of truth.

She had been their leader much longer than Percy had. And the Romans would follow her lead with no doubt. He didn't know what would happen if she disagreed and sent an attack on the Greek demigods.

Finally she spoke up, "Hold your fire, but have the legion stand ready. Percy Jackson is your duly chosen praetor. We will trust his word – unless we are given clear reason not to. Senators, let us adjourn to the forum and meet our… new friends."

And that was that. Percy, who was sure glad that Reyna had officially given word not to attack – and that, was all he had hoped for.

If they could listen to the Greeks and not open a new war, well, maybe Percy had a chance at regaining his memory after all. He didn't know how the day would pan out, but it took a turn for the better now. His friends would be landing. They would explain to him everything. And maybe Percy would remember.


I wanted to wrap up everything and sort it out in the sense of a prologue. In the next chapter, we'll get to see the reunion and if it sparks any memories. I know this chapter wasn't the best, but it was needed to explain everything. Will Percy remember Annabeth once he is reunited with her?